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She may only be the understudy (for now) but being the understudy still had its perks and one of those was accessibility to the costume rack. She would have it back to the Phoenix Theater way before anyone even realized that it was missing - easy peasy. She was not particularly looking forward to throwing a dreary patchwork robe over it later in the day when she joined in the parade (though she WAS looking forward to participating in the performance AND with her daughter), so she obviously had to take advantage to all the sparkle and shine of the now. Stars were, after all, meant to SHINE.
It was a bit surreal (in the worst way) being back here...this close to THAT place and THOSE memories ... and if it hadn't been for the flyer that Andrea had come home with from St. Woboldo's then Mavis wouldn't have even known such a celebration taking place. The 23-year-old did not exactly live under a rock anymore these days, she left the house (embarrassingly that of her parents still BUT she was working on changing that soon...ish), and was even properly working now with a steady income...but she was far from a social butterfly and had cut lost the majority of the ties she once had. BUT...today was not meant to dwell on such depressing and demoralizing memories. No, no no no NO...today was about the PERFORMANCE and spending time with...
"AD? Andrea? Andrea Diane?" she huffed as she turned around and pulled her gorgeous floofy skirt aside a bit to confirm that the 5-year-old was in fact NOT beside her anymore. "...not agaaaaaaaaaaaain..." she whined and nearly stomped her feet in the bout of a tantrum that she felt coming on. She refrained, thankfully, as she could not afford to get these gorgeous boots dirty. Motherhood did not look as good on her as the Star Princess attire did, that much was for certain ... but she did not need everyone to know that.
Meanwhile...little 5-year-old hands dressed and decorated in a matching mini version to her mummy's outfit were stretching out and tugging on the plates of sweets to bring them closer so she could grab several fist fulls of cake. And, well, a platter of cookies may be just on the brink of falling victim to the little blonde's sweet ambitions...
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
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